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Day 19: a fanart

Saw this on Pinterest. I believe the watermark says it’s by Viria.

@hprecfest

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art + other interpretations of my fics

fuckin mad that there are enough of these that i can make a list!! like are you kidding!! huge huge thanks to the artists, commissioners, remixers, podficcers and translators! i am deeply in love with you.

art

for lack of wanting comic by frm9pm

two to lie and one to listen desert island fics collection by frm9pm desert island fics collection by handledwithgloves art by valushk4

welcome, peasants art by putridpommes (nsfw)

what’s mine is yours art by putridpommes (nsfw) art by SofiliaSs 1 (nsfw) art by SofiliaSs 2 (nsfw) art by SofiliaSs 3 (nsfw)

wrapped art by a_loveunlaced (nsfw) – commissioned by avada_katyvra amigurumi by jtimu

bonus: still don’t know my name (unreleased wip) book cover by appleslightning

remixes / sequels

for lack of wanting for want of (tainted) love by brightwitch

podfics

all i have to do podfic by lastontheboat

an auror error podfic by lastontheboat

ferrety little mouths and how to snog with them podfic by lastontheboat

the four doors podfic by lastontheboat

show them the night they dreamed about before podfic by lastontheboat

the taste of țuică podfic by lastontheboat

thirst podfic by lastontheboat

what’s mine is yours podfic by lastontheboat

wrapped podfic by cailynwrites / ETL echo

translations

all i have to do Русский: Все, что мне нужно сделать by trixxt33r

the four doors deutsch: Die vier Türen by empatheticmuffins 中文-普通话 國語: 四扇门 by bluebubbling Русский: Четыре двери by trixxt33r español: Las Cuatro Puertas by quietlyecstatic

thirst 中文-普通话 國語: 饥渴 by bluebubbling

two to lie and one to listen português brasileiro: translation by moonletterss

say no to this português brasileiro: translation by moonletterss

still the pine-woods scent the moon português brasileiro: Ainda assim, os pinheiros perfumam a lua by moonletterss

what’s mine is yours Русский: Что моё, то твоё by fusionozon

wrapped português brasileiro: translation by moonletterss

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there’s a post on tumblr about like. if you could do something to bring people a little relief, why wouldn’t you do it? which has unironically informed my practice as a nursing student and patient care tech

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Draco’s Dream Gift 🎁

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So If any of of you want to see a lil more..... here's the link

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Hogwarts Holidays at The Burrow & Malfoy Manor 🥂🪶🍂

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Me too

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By Hand by Edieblake (2k, T)

Tags: established relationship, Harry POV

When it became clear that Harry was expected to teach Draco how to tie his new dress shoes, Harry had paused, watching Draco sit down on the end of the bed and taking in his flustered appearance – how much he’d worked himself up. A warm ache had filled Harry’s chest and threatened to spill over. He’d knelt by Draco’s feet and tried to hide his smile, making some throwaway comment about how silly it was that a wixen shop would even sell something that couldn’t handle magic. Some materials have a very temperamental nature, Draco had replied, you just don’t understand fashion.

Now though, in the face of Draco’s increasing exasperation, that warm feeling was turning into hot impatience. Harry sat back on his heels and looked up at Draco.

“Alright, Malfoy.” He paused, took a breath. Tried again in an even voice, “Maybe we just try the bunny method instead.”

Short and sweet fic that fits the holiday season even if it is telling about Harry’s Birthday. Draco tries to learn how to tie shoe laces, Harry learns something about Draco.

(Rec by Elizah)

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early mornings in the eighth year common room

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the question of fic comments is very straightforward actually. readers do not owe writers comments. writers do not owe readers fic. there is no bargain, no transaction, no debt.

fic is a gift. comments are a gift. gifts are exchanged between friends, out of love, not out of obligation.

I write for myself. I post it for others, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. I read for myself. I comment for the author, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. perhaps we were not friends before, but we are now, however fleetingly, because we have given each other gifts out of love.

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silly first date?

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interior

i shouldn’t be rewarding this behavior

INT. GRIMMAULD KITCHEN—NIGHT—SAMHAIN: A grand and rough-hewn kitchen table overflows with paper detritus: mail, curled yellow scrolls, takeaway coffee cups, grease-splotched chicken shop combo boxes. From a chair, HARRY POTTER (mid 40s, bedraggled, Master of Death) smokes a cigarette and twists a glowing Rubik’s cube sort of object without looking; by the hob, with each flick of the cube, a shuddering green-white figure cycles through haircuts, scowls, ages, robes and running shorts and elegant wingtips. Harry settles on a tall twunky buzzcut in a very good suit and squeezes the cube to bring the figure to full, breathing color. DRACO MALFOY (late 20s, resentful) grimaces and wipes a smudge from the hob’s steel dial, then clicks a button on his watch.

DRACO

Eighteen minutes of resurrection. This one again? Fifth year in a row. Are you lazy or are you a pervert?

Harry stares, impassive, then stands and crosses to nearly nose at Draco’s pulse, which flutters like that of any man in his prime. They don’t touch; Harry doesn’t bother with more than a rasp.

HARRY

Still doesn’t smell like you.

Draco is still, other than the slow close of his eyes. After a long moment:

DRACO

Nut up and draw the sigil, Potter, we’ve work to do. Seventeen minutes and fifteen seconds.